There was this one time when we were talking. sitting on the floor in his office Yab Yum, as we did, talking. I so wish I could remember what we were talking about. I’m sure it was significant, because he declared, “Now we’re bonding!” He really liked cheese. We seriously could have been talking about cheese.. but I always thought that was weird. And now I realize that bonding didn’t happen very often for him. My therapist regularly schools me. She said that people most likely trauma bond to him, so people feel bonded to him and assume, feel or believe that he feels the bond too, but that most of the time, he doesn’t feel that way at all. He’s only getting supply: energy, attention, sex, or whatever his flavor of supply is.
